After Yan Shifeng and his daughter left, Chen Yuan and Lu Kun closely followed suit.
In the pitch-dark thicket, the rustling of leaves broke the silence.
"Young Master, I've already sent men to follow them," the elder said in a low voice.
"Mhm, since those two don't know what's good for them, they can't blame me for being merciless," Gu Hao replied coldly.
An outsider coming to East Province, repeatedly causing him to lose face—if he were to let it go just like that, wouldn't it make him, Gu Hao, seem easy to bully?
"And the Yan Family..." the elder said gravely.
"Heh, Yan Shifeng has opposed me and the Gu Family time and again; I will settle this account with him sooner or later." Gu Hao's eyes flashed with malice upon hearing the words 'Yan Family.'
The Yan Family wasn't a family from East Province, but rather from the region of Zhejiang. They ranked among the top three prestigious families there.
